The doctor pronounced the verdict
The cancer had taken over his world of breathe
The soft comfortable voice masked the dire predict
As he slowly unfolded the invitation to death
The initial shock gave way to anger and spite
Why me?
He was not ready, as he expected a happy respite
The invite did not hide, standing sore as acne
He clutched the chair hard and wanted to fight
It is for her and them that he aspired to be alive
Beside him she stood, tears rolling, holding tight
The beacon was visibly clear to read the invite
The pending affairs, the children,
The wealth, the many unsaid things momentarily burnt
All images, visible thoughts raced in a flash without any turn
To read the invitation that lay crumbled right in front
The irony of life, the desire to live
The purpose of hope, the unfulfilled desire
The story remained doomed even before beginning the last dive
The invitation was impossible to ignore lying in mire
But he smiled as he leaned forward
Defeat was not his dream to reach and go
He will fight till he could and march onward
The invitation can wait, he decided to not accept but forgo